Sand man, I dream of a beaUTIFUL GIRL,
but why do you deliver her in the day?

My girl, My girl, oh how precious your memory is,
yet you don’t remember me at all,
do you?

I think of you in so many ways,
who are you,
the girl of my dreams?
The girl of my waking dreams.

You smile everywhere you go,
you light up my war,
and you’d undoubtedly light up the room.
When will I finally see you, or more,
when will you, and will you want for,
to see me?

I’d ask you who you are,
but that answer, sheilded by your language.
I want to know, who you are. But will I ever find out?

Here we go. This is where we stand,
this is the way to now walk.
We are so different, are we perfect for each other?

Now lets get moving.